John and I had been dating about a month, and we fucked every chance we got. We fucked in the car, we fucked in bed, we fucked in other peoples beds, and we even fucked in the middle of the road once, right there on the double yellows. But the time we fucked at Justin's house party; that was the time that stands out most clearly in my mind.
It was hot, August I think. Justin was having a huge house party; there were probably 40 people there. John and I showed up in my car with a few other people. His blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin contrasted my dark hair, tan skin, and green eyes beautifully. He was muscular, the bad boy type, with a strong chest and broad shoulders, while I was curvy and soft, with large luscious breasts and ample hips. We were both young then, I was 20 and he was 19, but we were known to everyone for our inability to keep our hands off of each other. He knew how to bring passion out of me that sometimes surprised even me.
Everyone was drinking Mickeys and Kessler. People were playing quarters and darts, and there was even a strip poker game going on in one room. We danced to Sublime and The Offspring, we drank, and we smoked pot. We laughed and yelled. It was a great party, especially for our small, boring town where gatherings were generally relegated to the lake or some hidden corner in the mountains. Many of the guests had never even been to a house party, and the excitement in the air had the taste of youth and vulgarities.
As the night wound down, people began to pair up and find private places to fuck each other. John and I were so wrapped up in each other on the couch, we didn't realize what was happening until we were alone in the living room. We checked the bedrooms, but they were all full. The bathrooms were full. My friend, Amy, had even dragged her guy out to my car, where they weren't the only ones steaming up windows. When we realized our predicament, we each took another shot of Kessler and looked at each other with sly, knowing grins. He scooped me up in his arms and kissed me deeply, his mouth devouring me with a passion that comes from need more than lust.
He pulled my shirt over my head, only pausing the kiss for the briefest moment, and his hands clawed at my back as he opened my bra. He dove his face into my ample tits, sucking and squeezing and biting like a starving man finding his first meal. I pulled his shirt over his back, my nails leaving thick red lines over his flesh as I pulled him into me. His hands pulled and ripped at my jeans, fighting them open with primal speed as his lips and tongue pulled my nipple deeply into his mouth. My hands wandered over his back, his strong shoulders, his head as he pushed my pants to the ground, tongue lapping at my bare cunt while I stood above him.